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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.