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 France and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.