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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.