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 Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.