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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
X-101,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.