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 Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.