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 Greece 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.