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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
CMW,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.