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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
cv313,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Television,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.