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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Faraquet 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.