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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.