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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Names to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.