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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Monks,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.