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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
The Names,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.