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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
John Cale,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.