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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.