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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.