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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.