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 Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Q65 to the grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Gong,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.