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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.