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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.