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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.