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 Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.