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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.