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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.