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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
The Associates,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.