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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.