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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Technova,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.