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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.