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 Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.