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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.