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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
X-101,
Smog,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.