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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
The Index,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.