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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.