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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.