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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the dance 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.