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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.