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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.