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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.