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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ludus to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.