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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.