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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.