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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
June Days,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.