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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Television,
Magazine,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.