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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.