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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.