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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.