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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.