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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.