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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
ABC,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.