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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.