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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.