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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 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 Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.