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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.