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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
MC5,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.