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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.