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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.