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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.