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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.