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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.