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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
JFA,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.