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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.