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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.