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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.