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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.