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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.