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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.