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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.