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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.