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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Can,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.