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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.