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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.