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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.