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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Monks,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Scientists,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.