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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Index,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.