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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.