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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.