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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Scion,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.