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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.