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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.