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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Fear,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.