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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.