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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Can,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.