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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.