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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.