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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.