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 Congo 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.