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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.