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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
CMW,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.