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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Durutti Column 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.