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 Jordan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.