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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.