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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.