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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.