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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Smog,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.