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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.