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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.