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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt 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?
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.