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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.