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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.