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 Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.