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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Television,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.