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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
MC5,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.