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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.