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 Panama 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.