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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.