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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
MC5,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.