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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.