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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.