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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.