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 United States and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Deakin to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.