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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.