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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.