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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Japan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.