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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.