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 Finland and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Magma,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.