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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.