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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.