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 Oman and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.