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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.