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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.