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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.