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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.