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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.