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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.