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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Barracudas to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
New Order,
The Searchers,
MDC,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.