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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.