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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free 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?
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.