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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.