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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.