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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
PIL,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.