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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.