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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.