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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Smog,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.