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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.