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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Crime,
Monolake,
Nas,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.