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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.