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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.