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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.