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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Television to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon 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?
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.