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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.