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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Fear,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.