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 Netherlands 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Television,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.