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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Fear,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.