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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Can,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.