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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Index to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.