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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.