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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.