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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
X-101,
Unwound,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.