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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.