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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.