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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.