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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.