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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.