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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.