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 East Timor 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.