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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.