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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.