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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.