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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.