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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.