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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.