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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.