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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.