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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.