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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.