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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Gong,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.