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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.