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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 marimba 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.