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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.