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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
JFA,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
PIL,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.