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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.