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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.