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 United States and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Slave,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.