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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.