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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.