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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.