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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.