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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.