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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.