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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.