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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.