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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Chrome,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.