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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.