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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
a-ha,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.