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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.