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 Dominican Republic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.