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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.