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 Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.