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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.