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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.