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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
ABBA,
June Days,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Gong,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.