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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.