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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.