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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.