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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.