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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.