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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.