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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.