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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
Inner City,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.