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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.