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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.