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 Namibia and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.