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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Slave,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
The Saints,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.