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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.