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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
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The Offenders,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.