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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
JFA,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.