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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.