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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.