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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.