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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.