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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
PIL,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.