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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.