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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Sound,
UT,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.