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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.