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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.