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 Korea South and from New York.
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 Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.