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 Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.