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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Cramps to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
UT,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.