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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.