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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Japan,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.