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 China and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.