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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.