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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.