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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Nas,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.