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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.