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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Crime,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.