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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The American Breed to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.