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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Fear,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.