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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.