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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Interpol to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
X-101,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.