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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.