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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.