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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.