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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.