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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Skatalites to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.