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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.