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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.