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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.