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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.