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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
The Associates,
New Order,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.