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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.