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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.