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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.