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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.