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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.