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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.