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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Wings,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.