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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.