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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.