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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Model 500,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.