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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.