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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
June Days,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-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.