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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.