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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
The Gories,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.