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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.