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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.