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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.