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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.