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 Australia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.