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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.