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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.