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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.