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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.