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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.