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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Smog,
Japan,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.