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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.