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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.