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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
June Days,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.