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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.