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 Tanzania 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.