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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.