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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.