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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.