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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.