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 Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.