Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.