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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.