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 Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.