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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Whodini,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.