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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Darondo,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.