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 India and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.