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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.