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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.