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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.