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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.