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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Can,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.