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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Television,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
CMW,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.