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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.