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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.