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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.