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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.