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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.