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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Outsiders 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.