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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.