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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Loose Ends 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Index,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.