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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 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?
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.