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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.