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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Kinks to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.