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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.