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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.