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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.