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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Gong,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.