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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.