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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.