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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Smog,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.