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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.