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 South Africa 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
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.