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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith 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?
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.