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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.