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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 F. McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Erasure,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.