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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
10cc,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.