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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.