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 Madagascar 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
CMW,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.