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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
X-102,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.