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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.