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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Cymande,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.