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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.