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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.