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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.