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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.