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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.