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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Darondo,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.