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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.