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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.