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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Gong,
The Doors,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.