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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.