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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.