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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '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 Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.