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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.