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 India and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.