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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Technova,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.