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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.