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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented 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?
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
DNA,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.