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 Nigeria 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.