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 Laos 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.