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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.