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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Selecter 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Television,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.