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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.