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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.