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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.