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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.