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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
This Heat,
Japan,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.