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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.