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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.