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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.