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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.