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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.