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 Venezuela 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Chrome,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.