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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.