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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.