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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.