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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Wings,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.