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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Magma,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.