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 Singapore and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.