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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 DNA to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.