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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.