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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.