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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.