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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.