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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.