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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Wire,
Ten City,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.