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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.