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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.