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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.