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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.