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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
CMW,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.