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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Index,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.