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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.