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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Wings,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.