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 Singapore 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.