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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Television,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.