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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.