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 El Salvador 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.