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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.