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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.