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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.