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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
The Move,
The Gories,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.