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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.