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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.