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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Swans,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.