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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
UT,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.