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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.