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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.