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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 AZ to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.