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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Darondo,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.