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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Can,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.