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 China and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Camouflage to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Section 25,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.