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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.