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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.