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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.