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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.