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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.