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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 EPMD 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.