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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.