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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.