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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Seeds to the rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.