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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.