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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.