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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Television,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.