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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.