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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.