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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.