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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.