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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.