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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Zero Boys 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.