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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.