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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.