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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.