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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Gap Band,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Index,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.