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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.