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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.