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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Franke,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.