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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.