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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Visage,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.