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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.