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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear 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?
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.