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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Index,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.