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 Iran 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.