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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
CMW,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.