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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 Calgary and Spokane.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.