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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
DNA,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.