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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.