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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Sandy B 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.