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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.