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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps 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?
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.