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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Technova,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.