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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.