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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.