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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Television,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Ten City,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.