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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Faust,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.