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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Television 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.