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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.