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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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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.