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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Motorama,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.