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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.