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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.