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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.