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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.