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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Gun Club to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.