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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.