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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Technova,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.