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 Afghanistan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.