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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Five Americans to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Television,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.