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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Crime,
Lalann,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.