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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.