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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.