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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
UT,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.