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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.