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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.