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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
PIL,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.