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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.