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 Thailand and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.