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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.