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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.