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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.