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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.