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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Morten Harket to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
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.