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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.