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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.