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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Inner City,
Model 500,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.