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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.