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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Fire Engines to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.