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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.