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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.