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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.