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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.