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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 sitar 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.