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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.