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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.