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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.