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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Fear,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.