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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
The Move,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.