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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.