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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.