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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.