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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.