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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.