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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Stiv Bators 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.