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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 D'Angelo 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.