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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.