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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Busters to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.