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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.