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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Can,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.