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 Samoa and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.