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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.