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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.