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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.