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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.