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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
X-102,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.