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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.