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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.