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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.