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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.