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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Franke,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.