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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Can,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.