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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
UT,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.