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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.