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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.