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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.