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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.