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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.