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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.