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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
The Move,
JFA,
The Names,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.