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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Vogues to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.