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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.