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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.