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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.