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 India and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Can,
The Evens,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.