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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Almond 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Wings,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.