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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.