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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 CMW to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.